The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream began not with the darkness, but with the smell of yeast and burnt rye, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a fog that refused to lift. I was standing in a courtyard that should not have existed, a place where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of feet that had long since turned to dust, yet the light falling upon them was sharp, modern, and utterly devoid of...

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